Thankfully I've at least taught my four year old to excuse himself after farting. The three year old boy just follows suit and laughs then says "I got toooots." The rest of my life is going to be filled with fart humor; I have come to accept it.
This morning a true gem fell into Mister's lap. He and I were sitting in the living room on my mother's rocking chair. I was drinking coffee and looking at 4th of July happenings on the iPad. He was talking my ear off about bunny poop as he watched a bunny in the front yard. Unfortunately, I farted. I excused myself and he gave me the big eyed "eww gross Mom farted" look, while trying not to smile.
Then he looked down toward the seat, near my tush. Oddly, a black craft poof ball was sitting beside my hip. He lost it. Hysterical laughter ensued. I said, "What's so funny?" He held up the black poof ball. I said, "Yes?" He said, "It musta come out your fart!"